I tried to go to Fall Convocation today; I really did.  I got up, got dressed in my nice clothes, put on my coat and walked with Jessie and Jessica down to College Baptist.  I went downstairs to where the seniors were supposed to congregate. I got a program and read it.  This is where I started to lose my resolve.  The title of President Arnn's speech was "Limited Government and the Liberal Arts."  I did not want to hear that speech.  In fact, there was nothing about the program that I wished to participate in.  Lynn came and said she was surprised to see me there.  I generally don't go to things that people pretend are mandatory and are not actually mandatory.  So I declared that I would leave if someone would go with me.  I had two volunteers.  So I led my little rebellion out of College Baptist as a great number of faculty members were entering.  I will go next semester, because then I am actually graduating and Dr. Arnn will not speaking. 

At the wedding I went to Saturday the maid of honor got so drunk after the ceremony that she could not come into the reception.  She just stayed in the bathroom until she was sober enough that her husband could walk her to the car because he didn't want to carry her.  She missed her best friend's wedding because she was too stupid to know when to slow down with the bottle.  That's rather terrible.  I got to drink the maid of honor's champagne which made me happy because only the head table was getting champagne.  The best man was very drunk too, as was made VERY apparant by his toast.  He was still upright though.  I guess that's something.  His nineteen year old girlfriend who has a six month old child caught the bouquet.  She shouldn't have gone out to catch it though because she is still married (not to the best man, to the baby's father) and in the process of getting a divorce. 

Too much has happened this weekend to adequately cover in a xanga entry.  Wednesday I came back from Hillsdale.  Thursday I helped Emily tie ribbons around things.  Friday I watched Emily, Eileen, Kara, and Brittany jump out of an air plane.  That was fun.  I have no regrets about not jumping.  Then we practived the wedding ceremony.  Then we went to the rehearsal dinner.  They had put our reservation down for the wrong day and we had to wait forever for our tables.

  They forgot to make my food, but never fear, Mark and Harry made sure I had plenty of fries to eat while Tony complained that we should get a discount since they forgot to make my food.  They eventually did bring my food but I had eaten so many fries I wasn't really hungry anymore.  I don't know if we got a discount or not.  Then we went back to Tony's parents to decorate for the reception.  That was a lot of work and took a lot longer than we had anticipated.  Then I came home.  Today I met the bridesmaids and the bride at the salon where Eileen and I got facials (which I highly reccomend) and the rest of them got manicures and pedicures.  Then Eileen and I went to Emily's house to make our bouquets and get ready.  The other girls went for coffee first.  I thought my bouquet looked like it was made by a kindegartener.  No one else has agreed with me but I am sure they are just being nice.  Making bouquets and getting everyone ready took a long time.  Then Emily and Tony got married.  I was shivering, but it was okay.  I couldn't see Emily while they were getting married but I could see Tony and he looked so happy.  It was pretty great.  Then we took pictures for a really long time.  Then we got in the limo and drove around for an hour before the reception, where we ate and danced and the best man hit on me a lot.  The dancing was so much fun.  It was kinda like we were all back in high school except a thousand times better.  Then tomorrow (which is actually now) I go back to Michigan until Friday when I come back for Becky's wedding.  I am looking forward to being at school for the whole week. 

Congratulations and best wishes to Tony and Emily Carter!

I didn't think I would have to do my oral presentation in Shakespeare class today but I did.  Dr. Freeh chooses to be his old self at the most inconvenient times.  The presentation was good, the paper that went along with it, not so much.  I still haven't figured out my schedule and I have to get my advisor to ok it tomorrow so I can register on Monday.  I think I am picking the religion class on Paul over Dr. Craig's class.  I will also tell my advisor I am trying to get into Dr. Stewart's honors seminar even though I am not.  I feel lame only taking 13 hours but with 2 really hard English classes I don't think 16 is a good idea.  I am freaking out.  Right now I feel like I have had three cups of coffee and I haven't had any since yesterday.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  I don't have time to do everything I need to do before I leave tomorrow.  It's just not all going to get done and I have to live with that.  That's really all there is to it.  As long as I get my room nice and clean so Meg's mom can stay here while I'm gone I will be satisfied.  That and I need to get my schedule done.  Maybe I shouldn't take the Paul class. . . AHHHHH! 

I decided today that if I ever have a son maybe I will name him Eliot after T.S. Eliot.  T.S. Eliot didn't like Hamlet.  That makes me like him even more.

I couldn't sleep last night so I watch Poltergeist II on tv.  I like bad horror films.  The good ones scare me too much, but the bad ones are enjoyable because they are so stupid.  In order to defeat a poltergeist, you need an old Indian and a golden retriever with spiritual powers.  Then you jump into a fire to cross into another dimension, and the Indian throws you a spear through the fire and you kill the poltergeist with it.  Also, you need to make sure your car is happy so it will start when you need it to escape an attacking chainsaw.

Instead of freaking out about everything I am going to go to bed.  It's Wednesday now.  Now instead of having lots to do tomorrow I have lots to do today.  I have to drive home today, spending five hours in a car.  Hopefully traffic is better than is was Sunday.  But then I will be home and everything will get better.  All I have to do is wedding stuff and my Shakespeare paper, which is not due for a few weeks.  I forgot to do my Shakespeare homework today and didn't have it to turn in.   woops.  Now I really am going to bed.

I am back, for a little while anyway.  Traffic on the way back was murderous.  I am going to have to leave a lot earlier the next two weeks.  I hate that drive, and I get to do it for the next two weekends.  Yay.  It's better than last week when I had to do it three weekends in a row.  I am sorry to complain, because it's not like anybody is making me come home and it will be fun once I get there, it's just getting there can be rather stressful.  I am going to time it all better next time though.  I do wish I could apparate.  That would be nice.  I get to see my home girls and my little boys, and they are all well worth the effort.  I got a picture of Matthew today.  His hair is turning red.  I love him.

The doctors figured out what is wrong with my grandma (hopefully).  She has pnemonia, which is apparently what caused her sodium to drop.  If she keeps responding to the treatment as she is now she should be able to go to the nursing home Tuesday or Wednesday and stay there for a week or two and then she can go home.  I hope my uncle comes to visit her for Thanksgiving.  He is always so much fun.  I wish his daughter Jessica would come too.  I haven't seen her in forever.  Maybe I will visit her if I go visit Alicia. 

I have a lot to do before I leave again Wednesday.  I should get to it.